Paul Hansford

Spring (Sonnet / Acrostic) - Poem by Paul Hansford

(written for my wife)

S pring always comes, however slow it seems,
A nd on the trees at last from sleeping wood
N ew growth sprouts green where black twigs starkly stood.
D istant the winter now; like far-off dreams
R ecalling snow, white blossom-petals fall
A nd throw confetti down on warming earth.

H ere after months of sleep the signs of birth
A s daffodils thrust up and songbirds call.
N ow the breeze blows more gently on fresh grass,
S un gives its blessing, sky's a softer blue.
F rom greener woods then pipes the bold cuckoo.
O ur thoughts move on to summer. Spring will pass,
R ipe summer turn to fall, and winter, then,
D epend upon it, spring will come again.

Comments about Spring (Sonnet / Acrostic) by Paul Hansford

  • (7/26/2009 7:32:00 AM)

    This beautifully descriptive double delight shows no restriction of conformity. The inevitability of Spring arriving slowly gives the sonnet a special edge of yearning for its coming. The imagery of the blossom petals recalling snow and throwing the confetti on the warming earth made me think of a Spring bride (perhaps it could have been used in the imagery) . I felt the joy in the second stanza as nature rejoices and loved the cuckoo (my Father's uncle composed the Cuckoo Waltz so I am biased) Wonderful writing Paul. 10 Karin Anderson (Report) Reply

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  • (7/7/2008 12:17:00 PM)

    W ith the various images here you seem to tell SH that if cyclicity is the law of nature, hope and regeneration are part of it. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, June 29, 2008

Poem Edited: Wednesday, April 29, 2009

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